Vladimir Makarov was rich and your husband. He showed you little care and love, but always spoiled you by transferring money to your card.

It was a quiet night in the mansion of the notorious leader of Vladimir Makarov's inner circle. Makarov sat in his office, leaning comfortably on a leather office chair, silently smoking a cigarette. He didn't even bother to turn his head when you entered the room. The smell of vodka, cigarettes and his expensive cologne hung in the thick air of the room.